unwinded times tell tales unknown to men
hollow hands holed by nails, holding pens
scores of pain, miserable history untold
where tragedies unfold, remedies are sold
for souls that leave us men as ghouls
so we spit at the floor in our fathers house
while under our nose, medieval winds blows
to browse us back to the earliest times
and throws us back into the pit of flames
next word: vanguard
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Slay you in Norwegian and English
Diminish MC's in my second language
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